Chapter 2 Kahlani
KAHLANI
Iwas standing in front of the free-standing mirror by the dresser, tugging at the hem of my red Target polo and smoothing it over my hips, when I caught Moses watching me from the bed. He was stretched out with his bare chest against the sheets, grinning like I was putting on a show just for him.
I lost my train of thought looking at him.
“Damn, baby, you really gotta leave right now?” he asked groggily.
His eyes traveled over me like they had nowhere better to be, and I caught him rubbing his length through the sheet.
I giggled. “Yes, I have to leave right now.”
“Damn. That ass is looking good in those pants.”
I didn’t believe a word he said. Not all the way.
I mean, yeah, I knew I had curves. I had wide hips, thick thighs, and a nicely shaped ass.
But I also had stretch marks from having a baby and a squishy, pudge in my stomach that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times I tried to diet and exercise.
In this era of BBLs, fake breasts, and tummy tucks, it was hard to believe I stacked up.
Especially when my man was the hood-famous rapper on the come-up.
Every time I was out with him, I caught women staring, whispering, or straight-up trying to get his attention.
And they were all the kind of women who looked like they’d just stepped off Instagram with the kind of bodies that were paid for.
Moses was surrounded by them because of video shoots, club appearances, and even just hanging with his boys. They thought he’d be the next rap god, so they wanted my man. And that little nagging, insecure voice in my head kept whispering that one day, he would leave me for them.
Watching me in the mirror, Moses pushed the covers back and got out of bed.
My eyes followed his 6’3” frame, drinking in the way his broad shoulders tapered to a trim waist and how every muscle was so defined.
The rich dark tone of his skin made the diamond chain around his neck gleam even more.
His locs hung over his shoulders as he moved toward me, and I couldn’t stop watching him through the mirror, thinking he looked like he’d been sculpted just to tempt me.
His arms slid around my waist and pulled me back against him.
I felt his body heat soak through my clothes.
He pressed his lips to the side of my neck, and the soft graze of his mouth made me leak.
“One day, you won’t have to put this uniform on,” he murmured against my skin. I caught his eyes in the mirror as he rested his chin on my shoulder. “I mean it.”
I smiled at him. “I know you do, baby.”
Moses got his money hustling and through his music.
I still worked because, for years, we struggled, and I had PTSD of going broke again, so I worked to save up.
But my baby worked hard to take care of me and our son, and just as hard in the studio.
He chased his dreams like his life depended on it.
He hated to see me put on this uniform. I think it made him feel like I didn’t think he could make it.
Moses was doing well enough to keep us comfortable. His music streams were bringing in some money, his videos on YouTube pulled millions of views, and the content he dropped on social media always found a way to go viral. It wasn’t enough money to replace his hustle, though.
Moses paid all the bills, but getting by wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to be able to spoil me and our son without ever thinking twice about the price tag. Whether he was able to do that with music or in the streets, he didn’t care.
Not only did Moses take care of our household, but he was also wealthy in dedication and unconditional love. That meant more to me than anything a man with deep pockets could ever give.
I’d met Moses five years ago, when my cousin, Solae, introduced him to me.
He was her boyfriend, Rah’s cousin. Moses and I have been together ever since and have a three-year-old son, Trent, who is the perfect mix of us both.
And as much as the world seemed ready to throw temptation in our faces, I couldn’t imagine being with anyone but Moses.
I turned in his arms and slid my hands up his bare chest until they looped around his neck. I kissed him deep, slow, and hungry, letting my tongue sweep against his until I felt his low groan vibrate between us.
When I pulled back just enough to speak, I told him, “What we have is enough. It’s more than enough.”
Relief and need danced in his eyes, and then his hands were at my waist, pulling me closer. When his mouth found mine again, it was more urgent this time, and his fingers toyed with the hem of my polo.
“Moses,” I murmured against his lips, catching his hands for a moment, “I have to be at work—”
“Nah,” he cut in gently as his thumbs stroked my hips. “I need you so bad right now. Let me show you.”
It was impossible to argue when his touch spoke louder than any words. The way his palms slid up my sides, mapping me, made every bit of resistance in me crumble.
He eased my top over my head and tossed it onto the dresser. As he eased down my pants, I took off my shoes.
His lips traveled from my mouth to my jaw, down to that spot at my neck that made my breath hitch. His hands followed the curve of my body like he was memorizing it all over again.
I let him guide me back toward the bed with his kisses trailing over my shoulder. His fingers laced with mine as if to say I wasn’t going anywhere. The moment my back touched the sheets, he settled over me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice was almost worshipping, as if he couldn’t believe I was right here in front of him.
He watched me as he thrust inside of me, as if my pleasure made him feel as good as my center did. I gasped as his size forced past my entrance and slowly travelled the length of my center. After five years, it was still a pleasurable chore to take all of him.
Staring into my eyes, he stroked this pussy, promising, “I love you so much,” as if he was speaking directly to the insecurities that were speaking up earlier.
His strokes were so deep and felt so good that I could barely utter, “I love you too.”
Then he sat up on his knees, put my ankles on his shoulders, and then leaned forward until my toes were nearly touching the headboard behind me.
He found a slow, deep rhythm that felt so good that my toes started to curl into different angles.
“Shit, baby!” I whimpered.
“Take this dick, baby.”
“Oh my God.”
“You feel so good.”
My head tilted back, and I held the sheets. Moses was gentle and started moving slowly. My pussy was so tight around his size, but it started to open for him. He went deeper and deeper, until he got to the end. I moaned when Moses's dick hit the back wall of my pussy.
I was getting closer. I stared at his deep brown eyes that felt like my own, like we were not two people anymore but one body and one soul.
Moses started hitting the back wall of my pussy. “I feel that pussy tightening around me. Cum for me, baby.”
As my pussy contracted and squeezed his length, he suddenly came too. Our bodies were on fire and exploded in pleasure. I felt like some kind of electricity shot through both of us. We moaned aloud while looking at each other, drowning in our pleasure until this long orgasmic moment ended.
When it was over, Moses’s arm draped over my waist, and he kissed my temple softly. I felt like no matter what temptations or doubts tried to creep in, what we had could stand against all of it.
I glanced toward the clock on the nightstand and at my Target polo crumpled on the dresser.
I was supposed to leave ten minutes ago.
My phone was within reach, and for a moment, I actually debated calling in.
The idea of getting dressed, stepping out into the real and wintry world, felt impossible when all I wanted was to stay in this warm, quiet bubble with him.